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Miss Ecleez E. Astees Miss Ecleez E. Astees envisions My vagrant voyage is in vain. But I could find pronounced wisdom In the trompe l'oeil of her name. The winds continue blowing; North. south, east, and west In movement, but not knowing A single moment's rest. Round the earth they whirl: Faithfully doing their part. Yet in vain, for they unfurl Right where they start! Streams forever flow to the ocean, Spilling water like drool. Yet, no matter the pouring motion, Salty seas are never full. Then there are souls Whose sight seldom stretches wide, Having the never ending problem Of never being satisfied. What has been; will be again. And what seems new is no longer old, Till whim says when. While not meaning to burst your bankrupt bubble Or spoil your futile fun, There is absolutely nothing (esp. Satan's trouble) New under the sun! Nothings new: just recycled "same". What comes "in" really ain't, Cause it already "came"! Acquiring wisdom is folly, Mere madness! More knowledge: not much relief. Such grief. Golly! Sheer sadness. Advancing age makes pleasures too frisky; Suicide beau coup risky! Laughter is foolish. Fighting is duelish. Dreaming........a cruel wish. Drunken fetes........duh! meaningless. Life's roulette........a seeming guess. Weather Jezebel infidel or mademoiselle nonpareil Fate's knell befell both on deaths farewell carousel. And they'll soon be forgotten in life's bucketless well! Translation: Weather saint or slut, Death will kick your butt! I really rather loathe life and all the work I have done. There's just more dust to dust with sun after sun. I'll store up stuff, And then wrestle not to have a tizzy fit. When in death, It goes to those, who never worked for it! All this vanity having been heard. Please pause to ponder an imperishable word. Judgment will come. "Just" as it should. Santa Abba will deem whose evil or good. So if you like happy endings: your shiny end beaming! Surrender! It makes sanguine spiritual sense. "Fear God and keep His commandments. For this is the whole duty of man." So, keep the faith, baby! In Him you can! |
Additional Notes:
i was not necessarily stating my opinions. i merely read the book and hopefully reexpressed
His words of insight with my words of delight
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